New York: one woman, one terrace, twelve seasons.
spelling seems to be a lost art...
I think i've grown that. Usually after eating it.
in my salad days, back in the Middle Cambrian Era, I worked in a coffeehouse owned and mostly operated by two Lebanese men. In their accents, the vegetable referenced in the sandwich board sounded like "spare goose."
QC - sighFrank - it's the booster seats...Melanie - what sort of leaf were you in your salad days?
Asspargus always gives me a boost.